Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

The elevator rises at an accelerating rate.

Nevertheless, it was due to fluctuations in the numbers drawn on the electro-optical display boards installed in the lift, and there was no way to ascertain whether that was really the correct one. What I can grasp as a physical sensation is that there is a floating sensation associated with the rapid ascent of the lift, but if you start to doubt that even that is actually happening, there is no point. In fact, the lift is not moving at all, and the numbers on the electro-optical display plates may just be fluctuating. And even if the space outside the lift was just changing, it wasn't surprising.

Given that a phony like Faria or Miliu himself can prepare it, it's not surprising that that much has happened.

Most importantly, there seemed to be no need to doubt that the lift was going up, not to think that it would not, when it came to the need to go out of its way to create the atmosphere.

I would think about that, partly because of the spiritual indulgence of the trials on the two hundred and twenty-second floor.

I'm thinking extra and trying to distract you.

Even just a few moments to the next hierarchy, so much so that we have to keep it that way.

You can't deny the fact that you were wrapped in Milyu's soft skin and about to fall. Even if it is a trial, and it is by the power of the Lord of the trial. I drowned in Miliu and nearly sank. I couldn't forgive Setuna for that.

I knew it was a phony. Yet I nearly drowned. Enjoyed blissful times and drowned. And I almost drowned in a sweet dream world.

He gripped his fist and stared at the electro-optical display plate showing the three hundred and thirty-third floor. The lift stopped. The door opens and opens up a space that should also be called a clue to the trials.

Three hundred and thirty-three floors.

When I left the lift, it was a small room. There is a passage forward, left and right behind the lift, and only the front passage has the illumination floating. Overall it was white, with a bright impression. Floors, walls and ceilings are strangely refreshing and soft everywhere. Both the one hundred and eleventh and two hundred and twenty-second floors were different hierarchies of impression.

What makes the workmanship and interiors as if they were different from hierarchy to hierarchy is what the influence and reflection is about the person waiting in the deepest room?

The one hundred and eleventh floor, as a whole, was bright red. Red as if it were a burning flame, or a symbol of passion. In contrast, I'm glad the deepest room contrasts with the overall blue, red hierarchy. What I've been waiting for is a false Phalia. Faria is a calm deposition, but also a person with heat within. However, is that not so much a projection of Faria herself as a projection of Setuna's impression of Faria?

Two hundred and twenty-second floors were blue spaces with blisters on them. I remember feeling like I was walking underwater. And the interior of the deepest room was crimson, reminiscent of intense sentiment. It was Miliu who was waiting, and red was Miliu's favorite color, as well as the color that symbolized her passionate passion. Therefore, it is understandable that the interior of the room was bright red. As much as I think Miliu's room would be a lie if it wasn't red, she has a strong red impression. But outside the room, the labyrinth-stained hierarchy leading up to the room is far from her impression, and if that was built on the impression Setsuna would have had of Miliu, for example, what impression did I have of her?

Thinking about it so much, maybe it's not just Setsuna's impression.

For example, it is difficult to imagine a phony waiting in the deepest part from this small room coloured with soft, bright white. No, even if not, the association made it extremely difficult.

(White...?)

Setuna contemplated as she proceeded with the directions illuminated by the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. Proceed through the front passage from the lift and exit to the small room. The small room, like a small box of squares, had passages on all sides. It's wrapped in darkness except in illuminated passages, but it's not like you can't snoop around. There seems to be a similar small room at the end of the dark-covered aisle.

Apparently it consists of countless small rooms and aisles.

It was also troublesome because it might serve as a cue for a phony, but I just found that out and it doesn't tie in with anyone floating around in the back of my brain.

The first thing that comes to mind when it comes to white is Sheila. Beautiful gray hair and white armor were her symbols. And speaking of Sheila, there is also a change to the fox of Nine-Tailed White Hair, the greatest ability of Heart of Beast. When it comes to white, it's Sheila, and when it comes to Sheila, it's white.

But I didn't feel any different.

Isn't it the interior of the room where Sheila waits, as Faria and Miliu did, that is the symbolic colour, white? The course leading up to the false man's room could also have used completely irrelevant colors.

To confuse Setuna.

I don't know if that makes sense.

With a bitter face, Setuna hurried ahead.

It didn't take that long to tread three hundred and thirty-three floors and reach the deepest room. All you have to do is follow the directions indicated, so you won't get lost.

The door was at the penetration of a long passage and was still marked room one.

The door itself is white, and when you put your hand on the handle, you even learn to relieve yourself of its chill. It's like you're warning me not to forget to be calm. In fact, it may be the warning of the Lord of Trials.

This is a trial.

The Lord of Trials is trying Setuna, not trying to kill him. It has always been the same. Lance of Designer, Rod of Envy and Axe of Ambition gave me a shot at Setsuna. Of course, seriously, it was the kind of trial that had to be met with a whole body of spirits, but there must have been an easier way to do it, if only to take it away. but they didn't.

This time, I'm sure, yeah.

I have tried Setuna and have therefore issued a warning.

The moment he opened the door and stepped in, Setuna understood. I just checked the interior of the room to see who the impostor was waiting for in this room.

(And you?)

The interior was black. A selection of black painted building tools, lacquered black wallpapers and black conditioning. The lighting is also covered with a black cloth, and even the light leaking out of it faints, black. It makes everything black. There's only one person I can think of, such as someone I associate with from there.

It's Rem.

The symbolic color of Lem is black. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark scuffs. Not to mention the “Reapers” are also like black shadows, and her position is like a shadow leaning against Setuna.

(Then you're the guy outside the room who plays to confuse me)

Outside the room, I recall the long passage on the three hundred and thirty-third floor. Bright and soft white is far from Rem's impression. Regardless, I know she's essentially a bright and soft person, and it's not like white doesn't suit her. but it was clear that it was not a hierarchy created from impressions.

Close the door behind your back and exhale. I twisted the handle because I wanted to, but it didn't move. Looks like they locked it, but it was probably the Lord of Trials who locked it.

(I see)

Just walking into a room doesn't mean you've broken through a trial. If we do not confront the impostor and break the temptation, the door will not open.